knowings
forgetting my goings
and letting my beings
just be
free
sometimes it's easier to see
when the only eye is me
I reminisce back and forth
that and this
all a point of departure
just a form of torture
to lose
to choose
to bleed
into these walls
that surround
that ground
the space held by song
and the vibration
rises
and the gong sizes me
up
till i am no longer down
here
feeling these tears
knowing that time isn't
measured in years
but in fears
I sip slowly this
sweet nectar
and hold the melody
inside of me
praying that life
will catch up with me.